Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1887-05-12

1t made me feel so strong took that
deer on my back and carried it mile
without laying it down. When I got
home no one had seen the horse, so
they did not worry about me, but when
laid my burden down / went down
with it. They put me to bed and there
I remained good many days. It used
to be the custom among the old hunt
ers, when a person killed his first deer,
to make great fuss over him; many
one has wished he had never seen his
first deer; all the old hunters would
come and sit up with him.. make a
great display of sympathy, feel his
pulse, look at his tongue, hold the cam
pLor bottle under his nose, and some
times burn old rags to fumigate him.
have often thought how much sense
less fun people tried to get out of some
poor innocent. Now, that may be fun
for some. but not for the one they are
playing upon. Through the long years
that have passed, there comes yearn-
ing. hungering, desire to go to some
wild country where game is abundant,
away, way off, where the foot of man,
and the greed of money has never come;
not that do not love home or home
comforts, not that / do not love my
friends or society or civilization, but
old memories, the scenes of other days
come up so strongly. How often when
reading of the Indians being hunted
down by our government, as though
cumberers of the ground, as wild beasts
are destroyed, have my sympathi-s
gone out to them and thought I should
have been bad Indian? No, don't
blame the Indian, for he was a friend
to the white man when he first came to
this country, but the white men COM
menced to cheat and ill treat him from
the first and have followed it up to TIE
present day. How many of US VINO
have labored for our homes and plop-
erty-that we have toiled long years to
would submit to the ca
ryipg out of the wishes or teaching of
some of the latter day damagogues?
Wouldn't We fight for our homes and
property? AS Farmer" says, cit
makes me fighting mad"
And when i read the doctrine of
those agitators who are too lazy to make
a living for themselves and want to
swoop down on them who have gone
to work and made home and gather
ed little property about them for the
comfort of their families and declining
years, they remind me of what 1 have
often seen while hunting along some
stream: fish hawk going down with a
plunge into the water and coming up
with fish, when from the top of some
high rocky crag or the top of an old
dead tree, an eagle who had been
watching the hawk, would start after
him and in mid sir would make him
drop his prey, and before it had reach
ed the ground, would seize it and lazi-
ly sail away to its nest to feed the young
with the ili-gotten gain. They talk
and write of the eagle, that noble bird
the emblem of our liberty! Bah! not
bigger thief flies in the air than that
same NOBLE eagle. I have watched
them in all their noble habits; I've seen
them on the chase, and have seen them
kill deer; and have seen them de-
scend from their noble heights down
to the putrid carcass of some dead ami
ual, just as 1 have seen that noble be-
ing called man, made in the image of
God, lie down in the gutter. degrad-
ed being, lower than "the SOW that was
washed and returned to the mire." But
we feel thankful that our mothers,
wives, sisters and daughters are rising
in their strength to raise the fallen,
give comfort to the destitute, courage
to the tried, food to the hungry, and
healing to the sick. And like Moses
of old, may their hands be upheld by
Aaron and Hur until all shall be
brought from darkness to light, when
there shall be no more sin or sorrow,
when all shall dwell i'm peace and safe
ty, none to modest or make afraid.
n p R.